On Sunday morning we were all fresh after a pleasant air conditioning night rest and ready to meet our tour guide for the journey. A lovely compact Uzbek lady dressed in turquoise and yellow colours with an amazing knowledge of the city of Bukhara and hunger for explaining us every single detail was waiting for us in the reception of the hotel. The first stop was just right opposite our accommodation. An ancient castle/fort looking structure with an impressive fortified stone wall. Inside, the ruins of a city along with natural science museums gave us an idea of the kind of lifestyle and species that had previous occupied that particular area. After bargaining in one of the local shops for some souvenirs, we had a quick stop for a refreshing coke, just before heading to a little cosy mosque where a local artist was doing some painting and hand crafting job on the interior walls of the sacred building. A walk in the park allowed us to see one of the most ancient buildings in Bukhara which had been kept until our current days in a perfect state. A small squared construction, similar to a mosque with great amount of detail. For lunch we had the chance to visit a local Uzbek restaurant where aside of having a delicious meal we could also enjoyed live performances of Uzbek traditional dance; along with some cool moves from our students and professors.
The journey back to Tashkent was… to describe it somehow, challenging. Since the minute we stepped inside, sweat was a constant fluid in the body, not even the breeze produced by the movement of the train could help us to cool down. However I loved the fact that we shared train dorms, it reminded me to the Hogwarts express, I wish I could have had a spell to stop the heat. I did not sleep much that night, however I did play plenty of card games and I got to know better my colleagues from Westminster and Tashkent. It is interesting how easily you forget about adverse conditions when you are with people that make you feel good.